Why is he with her?
How can he profess his love for her after speaking those same words to me just days before...
Yes, I ended it.
Yes, I wanted this.
But how can he be so happy with her...
Did I think I was that special?
She disguises herself as a love guru, displaying their love as a circus, the two of them in the center ring...
The sweetness is making my stomache turn, like cotton candy on steriods...
I have to let the obsession go before it destroys me.
I am at the cirus walking the tight rope... it's getting shaky, my balance is off, I feel myself beginning to fall,
I'm falling into the blackness, but there is no bottom...
I hear the circus music playing as I continue to fall into the darkness which seems endless....
Will I ever stop falling... and if I do, where will I land...

A new circus in town,
But is it new?
Or have you just not seen it before?

On this field of grass,
Nineteen years it stands.

In this cirus a bear sits,
In it's cage.

Born in captivity,
Will die in captivity.

"Entertain"
They say.

"Dance"
They say.

Poking it with a stick everyday,
Laughing at it's pain.

Red from scratches,
It never sleeps.

Never lets it's guard down.

Every night it prays,
To fall alseep,
And never wake up again.